Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  He let the bite go and whispered into my ear. “Are you my well-behaved girl, Shalia?”

  I moaned. “Yes, my Nobek.”

  “I hope so. I’d hate for this soft, wet pussy to be denied the orgasm it wants.”

  I whimpered. I would hate for that to happen too.

  “Show me what an obedient girl you are. Bend over the mat again. Spread your legs wide. I have to fill your pussy and ass.”

  In my intoxicated state, it never occurred to wonder what he would fill me with. I had visions of his cocks, naturally. I’m so dumb when I’ve been bitten by a Kalquorian.

  I realized my silliness when I heard him squirting gel from a tube. The Kalquorian men I’ve been acquainted with lubricate much too well to require that kind of help. An instant later a slick, questing touch probed my rear entrance. The thick plug Larten had found for me slid home, stretching me enough to ache. It was an enticing ache, the kind that made my venom-soaked system heat with excitement. I wriggled with need and got a swat on my sore butt for it.

  “Stay still.” Larten doesn’t have quite the magic command that Seot wields so easily, but it does the job. I trembled, but I managed to hold steady.

  Next, he stuffed a Kalquorian-sized vibrator inside my womanhood. I groaned when I felt not just the shaft, but a solid surface against my clit. It would be amazing when he switched it on…and agonizing when he wouldn’t let me come. I had little doubt Larten had no intention of playing nice.

  He wrapped a harness around my waist and thighs. It cinched up tight between my legs to hold all that stuff in place. With my wrists bound behind my back, I had no way of escaping the coming teasing.

  “How does she look, my Imdiko?” Larten asked Cifa, landing a meaty smack to his rear.

  “Incredible. I guess the punishment is that I won’t be allowed to enjoy her.”

  “Oh, you’ll enjoy her, all right. Up to a point.” Larten’s grin was hair-raising.

  Larten wasted no time in testing his work. The vibrator switched on. It was every bit as incredible as I knew it would be. I gasped and moaned as it shivered deliciously against my G-spot and clit. With the anal plug making me full and pushing the dildo up against my hot spot, I writhed in ecstasy. My insides lit up and tightened, coiling toward that magic moment when the tension became too taut, when strained rapture must break free in an explosion of bliss.

  The euphoria of Larten’s bite had let me forget this was going to be punishment first and foremost. It was a real shock when the vibrator quieted, leaving me wired for release and unable to claim it. My pussy clenched around the toy, as if to coax it to life so it could finish the job.

  A long, low wail escaped my lips. Larten chuckled and picked me up, setting me on my knees in the middle of the sleeping mat facing Seot. The crotch of my Dramok’s pants, all he had on at this late point of the day, bulged enormously.

  Larten patted my butt. “I bet that talented mouth of yours can move those trousers aside to claim your prize.”

  Knowing the goodies hidden by the taut fabric, I licked my lips. I walked on my knees to meet my Nobek’s challenge. I tugged at Seot’s waistband with my teeth, urging the crotch seam open.

  Over my head, Seot groaned, “Oh, you are a merciless bastard. All this over a few love taps?”

  “It’s the principle, my Dramok. I have to draw the line when it comes to who gets to wear out whose ass. Speaking of which, let’s raise those hands up a bit out of the way. That’s better.”

  I scarcely noticed their conversation. I was intent on yanking Seot’s stubborn fly open. Finally, it parted. His swollen shafts emerged, glistening and smelling of cinnamon. I was overjoyed to see the boys, stiff and eager for me. With my pussy throbbing and euphoria coursing through my veins, I waited for no one’s leave. I sucked the lower sex into my mouth, moaning to taste my clanmate.

  Seot’s cry preceded an involuntary thrust of his hips, feeding me even more Kalquorian heavenliness. I sucked and swallowed, exulting in having him in any part of me. I was aware of his pants easing down his legs, baring him to his knees. I promptly forgot about his knees (though they truly are fine knees, if you’re into that sort of thing) and went for his larger primary. I delighted in the sensation of the thick vein on the underside pounding against my tongue, in his gasps as I pleasured us both.

  I heard a couple of sharp smacks, the sound of hard slapping against bare flesh. Seot uttered a pained sound. He jerked. With each of those thundercracks, he thrust into my mouth. I had no chance to consider what was going on. The vibrator cranked up again, thrumming against my clit and G-spot. My eager mouthing became more enthusiastic, as if it were Seot I should reward for the waves of pleasure rising in my belly. In my growing ecstasy, I didn’t care who was responsible. All I knew was the thrill of a man’s hot, thick flesh in my mouth and passion filling me to the point of overflowing.

  Then the gorgeous assault on my nether bits stopped. Larten grabbed me by the nape of my neck and pulled me away from my luscious, shuddering Dramok. “Your Imdiko is feeling left out, my love. Give him some attention too.”

  I noticed the rubber paddle in his other hand. I guessed Larten was returning the favor of the spanking to the whole clan. If getting his butt toasted by his Nobek was a problem for Seot, his stiff cocks were no measure of it. It was nice to realize he could put aside his tendency to rule for the pleasure of his clanmates.

  I knee-walked again, moving clumsily across the sleeping mat with Larten’s assistance. It was especially awkward with the plug and dildo stuffed in me—not to mention it made me crazy to have stuff rubbing other stuff as I moved. I was in the grip of Larten’s venom, and every sensation felt a hundred times more intense. I swear I could detect even the air currents wafting against my nipples, which were as stiff as Seot’s dicks. I could have cut glass with my tits, they were so hard.

  Cifa looked at us coming toward him with anxious anticipation. He glanced from my face to Larten’s paddle, his eyes constantly moving as if watching a tennis match. He might have dreaded the coming discipline, but similar to Seot, it had no effect on his libido. His dicks were pushing at the crotch of his pants with identical enthusiasm.

  “More of the same, Shalia,” Larten told me. “You’re doing an excellent job. Keep it up so no one is disappointed. Least of all, me.” He waved the paddle in warning.

  Too bad my butt was sore from the previous spanking. The idea of a vigorous paddling while sucking my clanmates brought a surge of interest that lit me from head to toe. Maybe next time.

  Damn straight there’s going to be a next time.

  I went to work, opening Cifa’s pants’ front like he hid precious jewels in there. It was not five seconds later before I had him in my mouth, making him cry out. A moment later, the paddle slapped. He cried out in pain, shoving forward to escape. That put him down my throat, and his shout went wild with exhilaration.

  The vibrator turned on again. Elation drowned out Cifa’s continued yelps. I devoured him, as if thrilling our Imdiko would somehow get Larten to keep the device humming until I was granted climax. I wanted it so bad. My insides twisted tight, clenching yet again on the merciless dildo, begging for release. Pressure built, bloating with need. I bobbed desperately over Cifa’s main cock as his hips continued to jerk, feeding me all of his length.

  Then the vibrator went quiet once more, leaving me weeping from frustration. Even the spicy-sweetness of pre-cum on my tongue couldn’t make up for the ache of my pussy as I was denied. Larten took that away too, pulling me from the groaning Imdiko.

  “Return to your Dramok,” he said in a bright, happy tone. It was plain that Larten was having plenty of fun at our expense.

  Back and forth between my bound clanmates, sucking them while Larten whacked their asses. The vibrator switched on and off, driving me crazy and denying orgasm over and over. The room filled with our groaning torment. We were made miserable with arousal.

  After an eternity of sadistic play, Larten pulled me from Cifa ye
t once more. However, he didn’t send me over to Seot again. Instead, he pulled open the crotch of his own pants, freeing his veined lengths and allowing them to bob before my face. “You may enjoy me now. I expect the same enthusiasm you’ve given to the others.”

  Ha! My initial thought was, as if I’d give him anything else. I had to restrain myself from lunging at him. I managed to slip my lips around his main shaft gently, enfolding it with care to incite him to sigh. He’d wanted enthusiasm, and he would get it. However, I planned to register a protest at his treatment of us. I started slow, savoring the weight of him on my tongue.

  “Ah, you’re good at this,” Larten said. “So very good. Let’s have that energy I crave.”

  Instead of letting me dictate the pace, however, he clenched a handful of my hair and held me still. His hips pumped to slide him in and out, going faster and deeper with each thrust. The lower cock left at wet trail down my chin and throat. He watched my face, his eyes growing darker at what he saw.

  “That’s it,” he crooned. “Pretty little girl, dutiful girl, having her mouth fucked by her Nobek. Let me feel that tongue now. Stroke me with it. Oh, that is perfect. Exactly like that. Swallow me, lovely Shalia.”

  I had no choice but to do so. He drove in deep before resuming shorter strokes. I gloried in my helplessness; my hands bound behind my back, on my knees, Larten holding my head and shoving himself in. Drops of his pleasure coated my tongue. I had the idea he might come in my mouth, having his release and denying me mine. For some reason, it excited me.

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” Mocking contrition slipped across his intent face. He continued to slide between my lips. “I was focused on my enjoyment. I forgot all about making sure you continued to regret your poor decision earlier. Let’s resume that.”

  The vibrator switched on. I moaned against the flesh he fed me as harsh and devouring desire fired my guts. Larten’s eyes hooded. “That’s right. Moan for me, precious. Tell your Nobek you’re sorry. You may swallow it again. Oh yes. Take all of it, naughty girl.”

  My body rioted, crazed from the forceful manner he took me and the vibrator driving me toward an orgasm I wouldn’t be allowed to complete. Another in my position might have cursed being tormented as I was. Not me. I adored my harsh taskmaster. The more he made me take, the more I was determined to surrender.

  I don’t know how long he admonished me for my earlier behavior. It felt akin to an eternity that I endured the vibrator being switched on long enough for me to experience the first surges of climax, only to be denied. He used me forever and ever, delighting me with the pleasure I provided. Yet it was not long enough to show Larten all I wanted to give to him.

  It was too soon when he turned the vibrator off for good and pulled loose from my clinging lips. He patted my head with a smirk before walking over to Seot.

  “Come over here, my Dramok,” Larten invited with a happy tone. “You can watch me fuck her. You too, Cifa. I want you to witness me enjoying her sweet tight pussy and ass.”

  “If I promise you whatever you want, including never helping either clanmate win against you again, will I be allowed to fuck her too?” Cifa asked.

  Larten pretended to consider the matter as he put the men at the foot of the bed where they could view what was about to take place. At last he would only answer, “We’ll see.”

  “In other words, no,” Seot grimaced. His cocks were so swollen, they had tilted towards his stomach.

  “In other words, we’ll see,” Larten corrected.

  He turned me so that I knelt facing away from them. The harness came off. He bent me over so that my head and chest rested on the bed, my butt up in the air.

  The ass plug came out first, slowly. I imagined Larten taking great pleasure in making the other two imagine it was their shafts retreating from me. His tone was gloating. “Look at her, open and ready for my primary. I’m going to enjoy putting it in her and you watching as I do so.”

  He was more intent on driving the rest of us crazy when it came to the vibrator. He pulled it out and pushed it in. “Look at that. Look how her pretty pussy takes it.” He switched on the power so that the clit cover moved against me with each inward thrust. “Listen to her moan. Notice how wet she is? Oh, that’ll be incredible around my cock.”

  I don’t know how they dealt with it, at least not at that moment. It took all I had to not shove against the toy Larten used on me. The only reason I stayed still and let him torment me was because I had hopes of being rewarded. I shook and I shuddered, but I stayed in place while he fucked me with the toy.

  Finally, even Larten had had enough. He tossed the dildo to the side. With a happy sigh, he sank the real stuff into me. I groaned as warm, slick flesh entered mine.

  Larten fucked at a leisurely pace, talking on and on about how I felt to him: hot, wet, tight, soft, clenching, clutching. He was determined to give Seot and Cifa a play-by-play of every nuance he experienced to go along with their view. My moans and whimpers added to the live action show. They gained in volume as Larten quickened the pace and power of his thrusts.

  “Watch her take all of me,” Larten gasped as our bodies slapped together.

  Seot and Cifa answered with groans. They panted damned near as loud as the man fucking me. Cifa moaned desperate noises.

  “Listen to her come for me,” Larten demanded. He grasped my swollen clit and rubbed. Sensitive after the vibrator, I needed only a few seconds before my world blew apart. I cried out as the blast rendered the world a blinding white. Larten kept rubbing, kept me coming hard.

  Through the cataclysm, I heard Cifa utter a loud moan. Wet heat shot across my buttocks. “Fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck.”

  Then Seot groaned. Another damp jet from the opposite direction. More groans and a mutter about Larten being an asshole.

  Our Nobek laughed, a breathless, choked sound. Then he cried out. His lengths jerked, emptying inside me.

  We had all gotten off, but half of us not in the manner they’d hoped. Larten was happy though. He cheerfully smacked each derriere before taking the cuffs off us.

  I was as loose as jelly, so revenge was nowhere on my radar. The black glares my Dramok and Imdiko gave Larten said they might try revenge—but then Anrel made a crying noise, which had us all checking the monitor.

  “I’ll go.” Larten fixed his shorts before speeding out of the room. An instant later, he appeared on the nursery vid, checking at Anrel and stroking her hair as he ensured she was okay. She’d gone back to sleep, if she’d wakened at all.

  I watched Larten looking after her. I watched Cifa and Seot gazing with gentle expressions at their clanmate and child. I thought of the future children I wanted to have with my clan. I had a vision of sons and more daughters, all of them loved by the four of us. That reminded me of Hina and her inability to bring living daughters into the world. The idea of not being able to have my beautiful Anrel or this sublime moment of being a parent with three doting men—it was too much to imagine. Yet Hina and so many other Kalquorian women had to live with that loss each day.

  If I’m ever not grateful for my amazing fortune for half a second, I hope someone kicks me right in the butt.

  January 24

  I was surprised to have little to report to Dr. Cafir during my regular appointment today. “I guess I’ve been too consumed with Anrel being kidnapped to pick apart my relationship with my clan,” I told her. “I’ve been so grateful to have the guys nearby that I haven’t had a minute to second-guess our bond.”

  “Do you believe the abandonment concerns will return?” she asked me as she bounced Anrel on her knee.

  “They probably will, don’t you suppose?” I scowled. “I’d love to imagine I’m cured so quickly, but that’s not how it works, is it?”

  “Usually not. Yet as traumatic as the temporary loss of your daughter was, it gave you the proof of your clan’s reliability that you crave so much.”

  “There is that,” I sighed. “What a way to learn a lesson.”
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br />   “Do you sense you’re all recovering from that terrible occurrence?”

  I shrugged. “We’re not hovering over Anrel nonstop like we were before. We’re still jumpy though. You know, we’ll be busy and one of us will suddenly look to see where she is, if she’s okay.”

  “Normal behavior following such an occurrence. It’ll fade with time. Don’t be too hard on yourselves at this point.”

  She smiled at Anrel, her gaze on my baby soft. I wondered if Dr. Cafir had children. If she’d given birth to any daughters—and if they’d lived.

  Did it hurt for her to hold Anrel as she did now? Cafir conducted herself with warmth, but maintained a professional distance without fail. I knew nothing of my therapist’s clan or her history. It wasn’t my business to know about her life. I was here for her help. Yet I couldn’t help but think of her in a different light after what had happened with Matara Hina.